Out on the wiley, windy moors
Jurgen would flash some green
You had a temper like my jealousy
Too hot, too greedy
How could you leave me
When I needed to possess you?
I hated you, I loved you, too
Bad dreams in the night
They told me I was going to lose the fight
Leave behind my Premier League
Watch Jack Stephens
Virgil! **** you! He’s Kevin
He’s come home, I'm so chuffed
Let me in through your zonal marking